"The battle went on very fiercely, and although some monsters were successfully driven back to the ground in the end, King Kong's race was basically dead, and only one remained."

"The clan has also suffered heavy losses, and it took nearly 40 years of recuperation to recover some of their strength, but recently, the clansmen guarding the underground have reported that there is a good chance that those guys will wake up again, and the next attack will be even more terrifying!"

"With King Kong alone, the lives of the entire island will be wiped out!"

"The aura on your body makes me very uneasy, and I am afraid that it will provoke those fallen people to attack in advance."

Tuka sighed silently, his face solemn.

"The area of the underground space is dozens of times that of the entire ground space, and the monsters that have emerged are only a part close to the surface, and after so many years, we have only explored less than 110 of them."

"I suspect that deeper down, I'm afraid there are some beings hidden far more terrifying than those monsters."

"These monsters are far from being called overlords, maybe they are just food for another kind of creature."

"According to your estimates, how long before the attack comes?" Mawson asked.

"According to the feedback of the clansmen, it may last for ten years, but the tremor during the day should wake up some monsters, and I am afraid that there will not be too few attacks in the recent period. According to my speculation, it will only last another three or five years at most, and the underground attack will come completely! ”

Mawson nodded, it seems that Tuca's tribe does not know that the tremor during the day was caused by their arrival, otherwise, these people on his side may not be able to enter this tribe alive.

After thinking about it, Mawson continued, "Did the Prophet tell Hank that we were coming to this island?" ”

He still hasn't figured out how Hank knew that outsiders were going to land on the island.

Tuka was silent for a moment, he seemed reluctant to mention anything related to the prophet, and said vaguely, "Following in the footsteps of our ancestors, the prophet's decisions are not something we can speculate. ”

Mawson still wanted to continue to ask, but looking at Tuka's attitude, he knew that even if he killed the other party, he might not be able to ask for the slightest information.

In such a simple, tribal society, religious leaders often wield terrifying control.

This loyalty and conviction is unimaginable to modern man, and its loyalty is stronger than that of even the most fanatical religious elements.

According to Mawson's guess, the vast majority of the tribe's combat power is probably gathered underground, defending against the so-called degenerates.

He looked down at the end of the hall, and it was pitch black in the distance, and the darkness could not be seen.

In the extreme depths of the island, there may really be some kind of terrifying existence, but Mosen knows that the world he lives in is not a simple parallel world.

There are really a lot of ancient creatures on this planet, and there won't be a hegemonic creature like Godzilla sleeping down there, right?

With the thought of patience, Mawson nodded in understanding.

"Alright, you've told you everything you need to tell, outsider, you can leave now."

Tuka apparently did not want Mawson to stay here for long, and issued an eviction order.

"I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to meet the Prophet." Unwilling to give up, Mawson continued to ask.

"The Prophet doesn't want to see you, please leave." Tuka's expression was indifferent.

Mo Sen frowned, still did not give up, he pointed to the murals on both sides of the main hall, "It's all here, let me leave after reading it." ”

Tuka hesitated and nodded.

Mawson guessed that this might be the limit of Tuca's patience with him, as he landed on the island without any backup force and the batteries in his body were extremely limited in energy storage, making him really unsuitable for conflict with this mysterious tribe.

Anyway, he knows the specific coordinates of the island, and next time, he will land on the island again after he is fully prepared, and at that time he must dig out the core secret of this tribe.

As for the tribesmen's physical strength and strange way of communicating, Mawson guessed that these secrets must be hidden underground.

Looking at the murals one by one, with Mawson's current level of thinking, it is easy to remember them.

In addition to normal life, the events recorded above also involve some rituals and group activities, and the depictions are completely different in age, and some of the paint has begun to peel off, apparently repaired.

Finally, in front of a mural at the end of the main hall, Mawson stopped.

The patterns on it are extremely weird, the figures are not in an ordinary realistic style, but seem to have some special meanings, and a group of symbols are engraved in the upper right corner of the scroll.

It is clear that the brushstrokes are not scribbled randomly, but more like some kind of symbol or language.

"What is this?"

Mawson asked.

"Ewey!"

"It's the name of our race." The other Tucas were reluctant to talk about it.

In the middle of the pattern, a strange figure is depicted, his head is extremely long, but his body and limbs are very thin, and other details are not recognizable, but he does not look like a human in any way.

The picture has a strong apocalyptic connotation, as if a religious leader was preaching or spreading knowledge.

Mo Sen was slightly shocked in his heart, could it be the so-called prophet on the pattern?

"This prophet of the Iwei tribe is not human?"

Resisting his curiosity, Mawson glanced at it several times to make sure that all the details on it were engraved in his mind before nodding at Tuka.

"Alright, you can leave."

A strong warrior was sent to accompany him, and only after confirming that Mawson had left the gathering place once and for all did Tuka turn around and walk back underground.

He walked through the stone steps he had just walked to the main hall that had been painted with murals, and then all the way down, as he continued to go deeper, waves of heat emerged, and Tuka's speed became faster and faster.

In the end, only a faint afterimage could be seen.

The entire underground world was vast, and the roads were winding and intricate, and Tuka had to walk for a long time to reach an open space.

The whole space seems to be a naturally formed cave, and the surrounding stone walls reflect a metal-like luster, which is different from the roughness of primitive society, but has some simple sense of technology.

Tuka threw his hands outstretched and knelt on the ground, the blue lines on his body that seemed to merge with the patterns on the ground.

Buzzing......

There was a sound throughout the subterranean space, and a ripple was heard in the depths of the cavern, the sound was extremely thin, like the neighing of a reptile and seemed to have a little tremor of insects, but if you listened closely, it had the roar of a wild beast.

It sounds chest-tight.

Hearing this, Tuka opened his mouth and let out a similar sound in his throat.

"Dear Prophet, I need your revelation."

"An outsider with a demonic aura has broken into the temple, and I'm afraid it will alarm the fallen people......" Tuka asked respectfully.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, a thin figure came from the depths of the cavern.

A white ape with a height of about 1.5.